Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

This should be done face to face,
But can not figure the time and place.

It seems I’m all alone in here;
Now my heart is filled with tender fear.

I had no choice but to quit right then;
I needed to go and find some zen.

The constant needing of it with me
Caused my yearning to be free.

So I wrapped it up in this little box
And gave it to you while I detox.

It will be hard, of that I’m sure,
But for my addiction, this is the cure.

But oh how great it was at the time:
The thrill I got at every chime,

The rush inside from every ring,
The pure excitement in each ping,

The jump within from each word typed,
The drama sent with lots of hype,

Gave me a delight that cannot be compared
To any other device we shared.

But now I have been interventioned,
Taken away from modern convention.

I give you my cell phone, mother dear,
Though my friends all may think it queer.

I once loved it with all my heart,
But now its time for us to part.

I’ll write again when the withdrawal is gone,
When once again I see the dawn.

I’ll see you soon, mother of mine.
I promise that then, I’ll too be fine.

With love,
Emily

Emily
Teen